MM Racing Chapter 213 Institute 32: Want to go in? Go ahead.
Chapter 213 Institute 32: Want to go in? Go ahead.
The director's office is very large, and the control panel for the main system is very conspicuous. It is a very long table right against the wall.
The buttons on the console were arranged in many rows and colors. Perhaps because Duan Ganze was afraid that he would not be able to tell them apart, there was a small label on each button to clearly indicate what it was used for. As a result, it did not take them long to find the drain button.
The drainage problem was solved, and Qian Youlin and the little crybaby swam towards his brother first.
The two people had nothing to do, so they started competing to see who could swim faster, vying to rush to where He Feng was.
"Hey!" Sheng Nancheng's eight tentacles slashed wildly: "Can your fish tail be faster than my tentacles? I don't believe it!"
"I advise you not to be so cocky." Qian Youlin looked down on him, and swung his tail over to disrupt the rhythm of the little crybaby's tentacles, causing the little crybaby to roll around and fall a little behind. He laughed and said, "Don't be so sure, crybaby!"
"You don't follow martial ethics!"
These two were so busy competing for the first place that they didn't notice the neatly displayed bottles and jars.
They didn't stop until they reached He Feng. They quickly sensed something was wrong and immediately became alert and looked around. However, they were stunned by the scene in front of them and didn't know how to start talking for a moment.
In those bottles and jars of various sizes are hearts, eyeballs, livers, kidneys, stomachs, fingers, arms, soles, and half of the human body.
They were all soaked in green formalin until they turned white.
The cross-sections of some bodies were not neat, as if they had been torn off alive, with the pieces of flesh on the edges swaying in the formalin.
He Feng stood in front of all the bottles and jars, using his fish tail as support. He looked at those things, as if something was beating his heart.
He was silent, looking at the bottled tragedy without saying a word.
The water level in the office dropped at the fastest speed. The water level was no longer high enough to support continued swimming. He Feng and the other two could not keep their upper bodies above the water surface. They could only struggle in the shallow puddle like a stranded fish.
But even so, they did not ask for help. They just thought at the same time: what lay ahead of them was the end of so many people.
In the silence, Shen Zishu, who had rushed over, took a few steps forward and pulled He Feng into his arms. He took out a blanket to cover the fiery red fish tail and held the mermaid in his arms.
Qi Guanju and Lu Ming also picked up their own treasures, while the lonely Fu Shi walked up to look at the bottles and jars.
He was curious so he took a few more glances and found that there were small labels on the bottles and jars, which recorded the name, age, and date.
Fu Shi was not interested in who the eye belonged to. He glanced at it casually, and his originally relaxed expression suddenly became tense. Fu Shi was a little unconvinced and looked over one by one.
Different, all different.
Fu Shi clenched his fists.
He originally thought that those things were taken apart by several people, but after checking, Fu Shi realized that he was wrong.
The large iron rack in front of me holds 78 containers of different sizes, each with a different name on the label.
That's more than just a few people.
Every container is a life.
There are a total of 78 containers on this iron rack, representing 78 lives.
"What's wrong?" Sheng Nancheng, who had already put on his pants under Lu Ming's cover, turned his head and saw Fu Shi's ugly face. He was immediately worried: "What happened?"
Qian Youlin, who had also put on his pants, stepped forward first. He just saw Fu Shi seemed to be looking at something, and then his expression became serious.
He looked slowly, his eyes moving from one yellowed label after another, then stopping on the next label.
Sheng Nancheng was not in a hurry because no one paid attention to him. He changed to another iron frame and started to inspect it. As he moved slowly, his originally puzzled expression became more serious.
Bottles and jars of all sizes contain organs of all sizes.
There are many different names written on the labels of uniform size and material.
It was difficult to count the liters one by one. There were a total of 76 containers on the iron shelf in front of him.
There are many iron racks like this.
The director's office occupies a large area, so large that the end of the room where the iron frames are placed is as far as the eye can see.
Fu Shi made a rough count and found that there were about 30 iron racks, with more than 70 containers on each rack. That meant there were more than 2100 lives on display.
Seeing that the three of them looked unhappy, He Feng and the others could already guess what was going on.
They stood there, looking at the containers in silence.
The originally noisy barrage is now heavy.
[I followed the leader and looked through them one by one, and found that none of the names were the same. What was in there could be called human lives.]
[At first I was wondering why Fu Shi and Bang Yige's smiles disappeared, and now I can't smile either.]
[To be honest, I don’t really care about the clearance rate. I just think it’s a statistic. When the victims were displayed, I realized how many lives the clearance rate of 16.29% had taken.]
[Yes, if it’s just a number, even if it’s outrageous, we can’t imagine how many people died. Just like the 0.03% clearance rate in Dawn Village, it wasn’t until Brother He dug out that pile of bones that I realized that 0.03% is a number that represents the accumulation of so many lives.]
[Now, let me tell you something even scarier. The overall completion rate of horror game players has dropped from 69.88% to 53.74%, a 16.13% drop in just a few months. I don’t need to explain what this means.]
[Speaking of which, there seem to be more and more new players recently, and those players who entered the game a long time ago seem to have no news. Does anyone know what's going on?]
[Let me tell you, I entered this game four years ago, and now I have completed 106 copies. We are trying to see if the way home pointed out by the horror game system is feasible.
So far, all those who entered the final copy challenge have lost contact. I don't know if you know that the mall sells life cards like those in the immortal cultivation novels. A drop of blood on them can monitor whether the person is still alive. A total of 28 people have lost contact, and their life cards have all been broken.
I have given my life card to a friend. After watching Brother He for a while, I will go out and give it a try.
If I die, it means that the horror game system is a lie, and the only person we can trust is Brother He who is entering the horror game for the second time.
See you later, fellow geeks.]
[No, Master, please wait a minute, don’t go, don’t try it, someone has already tried it, it works, it really works, we have already tested it out! Why are you still trying?]
"Have you entered the final dungeon? If not, listen to me." Shen Zishu broke the silence. He looked at the scrolling barrage and said bluntly: "Only He Feng and I can open the way home. Don't make any more sacrifices. Stay well. Don't try. Be good and obedient. Brother He will take you home."
[Brother Shen, we know, but you don't know that a lot of rumors appeared out of thin air on the bulletin board of Player 1's island, cursing Brother He, saying that Brother He is a fantasy, saying that Brother He is just a newcomer who has participated in a few dungeons, how dare he say that he will take everyone home, those notices posted on the bulletin board are encouraging players to continue dungeons, until the last dungeon, he is asking players to die, we don't know how much effort Brother He has made, but we can't just watch Brother He being slandered like this, and the way to break the rumors is to have real evidence, the shattering of the life card is recorded, and it will be played in a specific live broadcast room. It's time to put the true face of the horror game system in front of everyone. It's okay, there are only more than 40 of us, very few.]
"Enough." Shen Zishu closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and when he opened his eyes again, his brows were full of fierceness: "Don't 28 lives mean anything? You know that it was the work of the horror game system, right? In this case, you must not fall into the trap. Enough sacrifices have been made. Stop your actions."
[We just suddenly wanted to rebel after being silent for a long time. In fact, everyone knows that the final copy is a cover-up, but they are still willing to believe it. How sad.
We have been walking in the darkness for so long, we cannot watch those ignorant novices choose to enter the dungeon and die because of the instigation of the survival system. What they should grasp is the light in the darkness, the hand of the savior, not the dirty means of the survival system.
They have to go on that road back home.]
Seeing that Shen Zishu did not reply, he took out the container and activated the small black iron sheet. He moved the popped-up data to the back, and the nearly damaged container started working again.
After finding the data link of the horror game, Shen Zishu's fingertips tapped frantically on the virtual keyboard. After five years, the horror game system was attacked again.
But the connector was too old and could not last long. Shen Zishu's speed in typing code slowed down. He gritted his teeth and wanted to try again when someone handed him something.
"This is for entering the dungeon, and this is for leaving the dungeon." Fu Shi began to fiddle with the props he had obtained from the horror game system in his backpack: "This is for spying on He Feng's live broadcast. I don't know what this is, can it be used?"
Shen Zishu nodded gratefully. He sat on the ground, took out the toolbox for repairs, and disassembled the props in a few seconds.
In order to let Fu Shilai kill He Feng, the props given to him by the horror game system were very useful, and the program system inside was also very complete, which led to Shen Zishu directly creating a simplified version of the container body in just over ten minutes. Because the overall data of the container body was provided by the horror game system, it brought a lot of convenience.
Therefore, the data link that originally needed to be broken was directly opened to Shen Zishu. While the horror game system had not had time to fix the bug, Shen Zishu planted the code that he knew by heart and even calculated in his mind countless times to make it more mature into the so-called final copy.
The permissions of the container were forcibly closed one after another. Shen Zishu, who had achieved his goal, was not in a hurry. He destroyed wherever he could until he was completely kicked out of the management. The horror game data sounded the alarm again.
Shen Zishu, who once again sent the self-destruct program to the horror game system, stood up from the ground. He patted his pants and said the most shocking words in the most casual tone: "I have closed the final copy. Want to go in? Go ahead."
Qian Youlin and Sheng Nancheng naturally knew what happened in He Feng's live broadcast room, and they cheered when they heard this.
Qi Guanju and Lu Ming also breathed a sigh of relief. Fu Shi looked at the audience who suddenly rushed into his live broadcast room, knelt down and kowtowed with disgust.
The six people went from feeling heavy to anxious, distressed, and powerless to now feeling relieved. The emotional change was very drastic, but He Feng didn't know what was going on.
Huyan Wanji was so anxious that he scratched his head and tried to help his brother recover his memory, but the data was fine, without any ripples, very calm, and there was no breakthrough at all.
"After all, it is self-repairing. If we force the memory to recover, it will affect Brother He's brain." Song Tan raised his hand and tapped his temple with his fingertips: "The chip is buried here. If we want to do anything, Brother He's brain will definitely be damaged. So we should trust Brother Shen at this time. And you see, Brother Shen is not finished, isn't it good!"
"That's true." Huyan Wanji sighed deeply and sat on the chair. "But I think He Ge should be the first to know about this kind of thing."
"That makes sense." Si Shanyue nodded: "But look at Brother He, does he have any doubts? No, my brother gives me the feeling that he is in control of everything. I feel that everything is in my brother's hands."
The remaining few people all looked at He Feng's expression.
They found that even though he had no idea what the six people were doing, He Feng was not panicked at all.
He just stood there, quietly waiting for the result, not feeling excluded at all.
As for Shen Zishu, after conquering the horror game system and saying those words to the barrage, he immediately looked at He Feng.
They looked at each other from a short distance, and within a second, they both started laughing.
He Feng knew nothing, and he wasn't curious about what happened. He just followed his heart and asked, "How long can it last?"
"Hmm..." Shen Zishu tilted his head and thought for a moment before answering with a smile: "It will be busy until the end."
Hearing this expected answer, He Feng burst out laughing. He went up and kissed the corner of his lover's lips: "Although I don't know what happened, but thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard." Shen Zishu took the initiative to move closer and was kissed a few times by He Feng before he was satisfied: "It asked for it."
The two people snuggled together, as if cheering each other up.
They trusted each other enough that even though He Feng had lost the relevant memories, he was still clear that they were on the same path.